Sunday Sharpening... not a Sunday Smith but

So sorry about ripping off Tam's good works but I needed a start for today. I weigh 208.0 pounds, thanks to work and jogging yesterday, and blood pressure is 140/80 with a heart rate of 44 bpm. I found my favorite boot knife, and did sharpen it this morning, and cut myself on its edge - oh, doesn't that make me feel like a young fool again? I need to get a new sheath to put it behind me, like a gaucho, I don't need a foot long blade but it is a great place to put a knife. My blade is four and a third inches with four and a little more of razor sharp blade - not only cut my thumb but shaved some hair from my arm.

I did go to church and then off to Range 16 to try and shoot the postal match, nine points was the best I did, too many repeated hits on targets, I am that bad. So I amused myself with shooting the hole in the target. Twice, big hole but it was only seven yards - hardly fair to the target that wasn't even armed. No exercise, rain and hail in the afternoon and lazy struck and I want to blame it on the hormone medicines, but it was just a Sunday to rest well by.

Stop and analyze, ponder, recover & repair...

I read the update of my friend's mother and think about her and my own, they are being nursed back into health. Their families do worry, prayers are needed and are so prayed. How is it that such important people in our lives, gave so much of themselves in love of family and children that they didn't take better care of themselves? So in my guilt I want to blame them? Of course, it couldn't be my fault that I didn't tell them what is better and healthier - but it was, I have always been the little boy that needed a hug and attention with my parents, even when I grew up and tough and went off to wars, I came home and blurted out the F*** word and went into personal shock at my lapse of manners. I needed a hug, and didn't know how to give one. I read Isaiah 44, and prayed and thought.

Personally, my care of self stinks and I could do so much better. Thursday I weigh 211.5 pounds, 163/84 blood pressure, heart rate 39bpm. I walk to dock. Friday I weigh 210.5 pounds, 140/88 blood pressure with heart rate of 38 bpm, I did walk to the dock. Today I weigh 212.0 pounds, blood pressure is 135/97 and my heart rate is 41 bpm. I must start exercising instead of excusing my indolence. Goal, 180 pounds of bone, muscle and a little fat for the famine...

I take my wife around, then get to pushing the lawn mower around the yard, and that should count for exercise of some kind. I lend the mower to my neighbor and he cuts his, since he is trying to sell his home and his mower is at his parents home. I rake up the clippings, the grass being too damp to bag well when cut and that does count for exercise - working the arms, shoulders and core (ha, ha). Then feeling like a real slug after a nice dinner from my wife and some fresh baked carrot cake, I do go jog - thank goodness. 359 calories, 50% from fat in my blood, average heart rate 116 bpm, in Zone for 33 minutes 11 seconds, exercise timed is 37 minutes and 53 seconds. I did find a penny on the road after having a great idea about getting my favorite boot knife out to sharpen and carry for cutting things. So I have approval for the thought, as long as I remember it later. I did get the boot knife and will clean it up and sharpen it a bit, it still has the edge I put on it years ago.

From Dreams of Greatness I awake

I was in a military dream with large brick barracks complexes, and I had won the Best Soldier/Paratrooper/Sergeant of the Moment, was going to be put on the unit's memorial trophy and was going to give up some of my uniform parts to make it happen. Same Command Sergeant Major McBride in charge of the details, then the alarm went off and I wonder if that means I am going to win the Lotto, have to buy the winning ticket don't I?

I weigh 210.0 pounds, blood pressure is 121/86 with a heart rate of 40 bpm. Take my meds, have devotions and pray for the rest of the world, only the LORD can help, I am reading Isaiah 42.

April Fool, isn't he always? Not if he tries harder.

31st of March, going out like a lion, a lying lion? Weight 211.0 pounds, blood pressuer 144/85 and heart rate 40 bpm. I knock out the fifty reps of the basic three exercises and go off to jog, 560 calories burned, 50% of them real fat ones, average heart rate 114 bpm, in Zone 52 minutes 31 seconds, exercise time total 1 hour 36 seconds. I did walk to the dock, and in the evening worked a little with ten pound dumb bells to work the muscles more - they complained most of the day.

Today I weigh 210.5 pounds, blood pressure is 137/74 with a heart rate of 44 bpm. I spend my exercise time delaying until my wife awakes then we attack the bill paying, check writing and financial truths that I haven't shared so well. It was a good session - health is more than just sweat and circulation, mental and emotional harmony is very important and we must spend the time working on Love, Life and (can't find another L can I? time to go to work).

Wasting away, bigger waist what a waste...

I did my taxes yesterday, and went to the Homeowners Meeting, now I need to work on my betterment. Saturday I weighed 209.5 pounds, blood pressure was 127/88 with a heart rate of 44 bpm, Sunday I weigh in at 211.0 pounds, blood pressure is 138/70 with a heart rate of 46 bpm. Funny that it is easier to type on a blog than it is to exercise immediately. As the clocks wander on the CBS Sunday Morning calls to me, wanting to be artsy and fit.

Plans: exercise, church, pistol, lawn, exercise. Yeah, sure - at least there is no football to view.

Follow thru: Church, cut the front grass, started watching The Godfather and decided I could shoot better than Hollywood, so went and shot sixty-five rounds at my twenty yard target, those short 45's have twists that I need to work on controlling, and my sights are a bit to the left, but the paper target is perforated and not breathing, nor is blood pumping from the torn target... checked my targets then went home and checked my taxes again - adjusted them better and have more coming back.

Strange days by weather and medicines defined?

Thursday I weigh 207.0 pounds, blood pressure is 152/88 with a heart rate of 40 bpm. Friday morning I weigh 207.5 pounds, blood pressure is 125/75 with a heart rate of 47 bpm. I came home late but went crashing to bed and slept soundly until 4:30 am on Friday. I had been invited to my (and the other boys' birthday celebration Thursday evening) and wasn't there and was missed. I want to blame my adjustments to the medications but it could have been the sticker shock from my and my wife's doctor bills (I think they have a new clerk and weren't billing correctly) but maybe the doctor doesn't like us as much as our money.

As I drove to the conference I listened to the CDs: 'STAND UP' by Kevin Stone and 4tified 'MAN ON A MISSION' - both great gospel songs and music, really moving stuff and worth sharing with my brother (the musician) one day. I get to the conference and find gift bags full of wonderful stuff just for Earl and his sixtieth birthday, the other two men (50 & 60) got their goodies and celebration last night. They had me pegged, dragons abounded, watercolors, drawing paper, handmade card with motorcycle pieces and good wishes (from the sixty-five year old lady who will retire in a year and three months), a musically singing card - Macho macho man! (well, only in my dreams), other cards about sixty isn't old, it is RETRO and that is cool (that is why my motorcycle and the Bowie are so like my Colt Model IV series 70 (.45 cal semi-auto) old stuff for an old guy going RETRO. My wife laughs at the multiple dragons wondering if we will have to sell them one day. Nope, we will wait until they fly or waddle away on their own.

Snowing most of the day, not sticking in the lowlands, but those mountain passes are icy and closing, our Eastern Library Keepers will have to detour to Oregon for travelling East if they don't make the cut before closing. I am resting one more night and tomorrow I will start training again, got to get rid of the piles of procrastination, there is a Home Owners Meeting tomorrow and any pistol shooting will have to be after church on Sunday. How does it all sneak up on me, one would think I wasn't watching. Best thing about today, health and happiness-wise, was talking to my son over Skype.com on the computer and internet, then calling and talking to my mother - both sounded pretty good, and I am amazed at how close we are in timely communications although there are many thousands of miles between us.

Reflection

Seems I am waking up fat this morning, feeling like I have layers of soft jelly just under my skin. I will blame my poor discipline in workouts and eating and then think that the new hormone medicine is really the guilty party. Some truth in everything, but all of the above will work and I know what I can control, and it isn't the medication and my body's reaction to it. I weigh 210.5 pounds today, ugh, sigh, sigh. Blood pressure is 132/85. I will return early from work today and can hit the exercises and road work hard and know what foods to toss from the freezer. Back to basics, and remembering that someone loves me, they shouldn't love me more than myself...